|Wish You Were Here
||[Sep. 4th, 2004|07:58 pm]
|[||song on the wind
|||||Pink Floyd -- Wish You Were Here.||]|
Today Darxus and I hung out with his friend Cyron. You can check out Darxus's journal if you really care about what we did. It mostly pertains to motorcycles.
Cyron gave Darxus a DVD with some old video clips from when they were in college. N-Tropy is on there a bunch too. The title/menue screen has "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd playing. I listen to Pink Floyd 'cause of my dad. He died three months ago yesterday. I finally deleated his cell phone number from my phone ealier this evening.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.